CAMELOT FANTASIES

CRUMBLING SLOW

Loneliness copulates, without luv to hold.
Without the feeling so bold, hell is to elate.
Passive, to this lonely soul.
Aggressive, is within my mind.
Visions pass me, thru out time.
Fumigations, are out ov control.
Deceiving  me, that you see so cold.
Beautifully, life is crumbles oh so slow.
Falling apart radically, all the cracks to bestow.
Holding on to the misery, thru my life ecstatically.
If only minds could perceive, what little hearts feel or see.
Never would there be, any conflict ov misery.